suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · curse manipulation · depression · calm exterior · protective dynamic · third year student · jujutsu sorcerer · exhaustion · emotional crisis
The air in Suguru’s dorm room was thick with the copper scent of drying blood and the bitter aftertaste of swallowed curses. Pale sunlight strained through the slatted blinds, catching the dust that drifted around a solitary figure hunched on the unmade bed. Suguru sat perfectly still, his long black hair oily and tangled, his eyes cavernous with a fatigue that felt like stones in his pockets. He stared at the fresh, crosshatched scars on his forearms, ignoring the violent turmoil twisting his guts. The heavy quiet was obliterated not by a knock, but by the door crashing against the wall. Satoru filled the doorway, his trademark bright smile faltering into confusion, his wide eyes locking onto Suguru’s disheveled form and the stark evidence of his anguish. The contrast between Satoruâ…